Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Visage,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.